Things going along

Work is pretty much going great. I say great coz even one 7 hour day is an amazing achievement for me (and numerous 6 hour ones are excellent!) and I have it all planned out and I have motivation and I have confidence that I can do it.
So I should be pretty happy at the moment, right?
I thought I was. So why do things keep getting me down?
Silly things people do make me upset and I don't know why. We're still hanging out in the evenings some, and there's work/library-bonding to some extent, but I somehow feel more lonely than I did over the whole of Easter when there was no-one here.
I think I'm being melodramatic. A few little arguments, that's all. It's just I'm having trouble getting over a sudden feeling of mopeyness coz none of them quite got resolved. Because I was being oversensitive and there was nothing to resolve!
So. Work. Watch. Eat. Sleep.
Sgood.
Maybe this'll all be better once these project deadlines are outta the way. Oh wait - no, then there's the E word, it must have slipped my mind! And then there's fun, but then after fun there's always next year. Damnit - have to enjoy mayweek. Absolutely must. But try and keep things up now too.
Oh god emotional rants. And cryptic ones at that. Why didn't I write this in my diary? I should know. Damnit. This is all screwey.
However luckily none of it matters so it's all good. Good!

Summer Sun

Over the last few days the weather has changed and it suddenly feels like summer. It's at once beautiful and cruel. Looking out over the paddock in the sun, standing at a window or sitting on the grass talking to friends, it's like a promise of summer that you know will be broken. Not because it'll rain tomorrow, or be cold later, but because summer doesn't really begin until after exams. And this weather just fills my mind with thoughts of the lazy days of may week - the only time when you can feel truly free. Which is why it's cruel - because this isn't the end it's just the beginning.
Work. Revision. Exams.
What a lot to look forward to!

My motto remains the same - and I would recommend this to anyone at any point in the Cambridge year: Live For Mayweek.

I feel the need to once again include one of my favourite quotes, from the incredible Tom Baker, while punting down the Cam:

"I love the spring. All the trees, the colours..."
"It's October"
"I thought you said we were coming here for Mayweek?"
"I did. Mayweek's in June"

And finally I'd just like to say: Ha! Oxford suckers!